I was digging around in my old documents folders to see what I could find, and I came up with this. Obviously it is a text conversation I had with someone. I think it is about 5 or 6 years old. I am somewhat narcissistic in that I will read over any thing I have written, no mater how banal. I really act like my grocery lists are works of great literature! Which brings me to the point, of course I had to read this. And you know what? I liked it. I have no idea who this person is, which is the beauty of cyber sex. But the thought of being fucked this way, by this anonymous stranger, is making me wet and annoyed even now. His writing in this selection is much better than mine, I will freely admit. And damn! is is good.

I will be reading this over a few times. How about you?

ME: Brrrr! It is cold in the house. Let’s cuddle up in front of the fireplace.

HIM: Works for me!

HIM: Bring your sexy little self on over here...

ME: I am wearing a fuzzy chenille sweater and velvet leggings, red nail polish on my toes.

HIM: Nice! I was just gonna ask ya what you were wearing!!

HIM: LOVE women in sweaters...

HIM: Just have me gym shorts on...nothing underneath

ME: This one has a high neck, but lots of little holes on the chest and shoulders, what they call "open work"

ME: OOH! Easy access!;;)

HIM: Oooohhh...like the "open" idea! Accentuates your breasts VERY nicely! Oh yeah - no since making you work TOO much! You've had a hard day!

HIM: Putting an arm around you...pulling you close to me...your breasts crushed against my chest...you can feel the bulge in my gym shorts already growing...as I kiss you deeply...

HIM: Uh oh - did I lose you already?

ME: NO, I’m here. Went to put on some music and got sidetracked

HIM: Just checking...happened to me three times yesterday with three different women!

HIM: Anyway, where was I?

ME: And I thought I was the only one!

HIM: NOPE!

ME: Well, I can't blame you. It's nice to feel in demand!

HIM: Well, I'm certainly in need...

ME: I think about 3 or 4 cyber-lovers equals one real one, what do you think?

HIM: I don't know...ya sure 3 or 4 is enough? ;)

ME: I mean regulars, not one-message stands!

HIM: Yes - exactly!

ME: I suppose it would depend on the amount of time on your hands. As you can tell, I have a hell of a time keeping one "date"

HIM: lol Just heightens the anticipation!

ME: And the frustration! Now, where were we?

HIM: I believe I was pulling you close to me...exploring your mouth withmy tongue...

ME: Mmm. nice. You are right about having a rough day. Today I think I would like to relax and let you do what you will

HIM: I can handle that!

ME: I can feel your hands on my back, pulling me up to you

HIM: The bulge in my shorts growing....

ME: and opening my mouth to accept your tongue

HIM: Love your kisses, babe!

HIM: As I kiss you, my hand on your back slides down...lower...

ME: mmmm

HIM: and comes to rest at the base if your ass

ME: Oh, I like that.

ME: Just please hold me close, tight against you.

HIM: I squeeze just a bit...spreading your cheeks...as I pull you even closer...

HIM: My hardening cock pressing against your crotch

ME: I was tired, but feeling you all hard against me like that is starting to wake me up a little

HIM: Good... My mouth moves from yours...to your cheek...

HIM: And I nibble on your ear

ME: I am pressing my whole body against yours, chest to toe

ME: OOOOHHHH! Shivers down my back!

HIM: My hand moves from your ass...to your hip...and up over your belly

ME: Your hands are so warm!

ME: I love the way you touch me

HIM: Sliding up...up...

HIM: Until I cup one of your breasts in my palm

HIM: Squeezing...messaging...

ME: My nipples stood up immediately!

HIM: Anything under that sweater, babe? Besides you...I can feel that JUST fine!

ME: I am wearing my favorite black bra with the incredibly soft cups. I can feel your fingerprints through it, and you can feel my nipples springing up under your touch.

HIM: Yes, I can! VERY nice...

ME: Heavy breathing on my end . . .

HIM: I stop nibbling on your ear and pull back just enough so we can get rid of that sweater. Nice appetizer, but kinda in the way now! ;)

ME: Now you will have to keep me warm!

HIM: I thank we can manage! With the fire and heat we are about to create...

HIM: I pull you back to me...kissing your neck at the base of your cheek...

ME: :)

HIM: Messaging your breast...pleasing and teasing your nipple through your bra...

HIM: My mouth begins to move slowly down your neck...kissing...sucking...moving lower...

ME: mmm

HIM: Mouth reaches your shoulder blade...moves along it towards your shoulder...

HIM: Sliding the bra strap slowly off your shoulder and down your arm...

ME: That little corner where my neck meets my shoulder, that is really a hot spot for me

HIM: Working my lips and tongue back along your shoulder blade...lingering at the base of your neck...kissing and sucking gently...

ME: Shivers!

HIM: My hand pulling your cup away from your breast...exposing it...

HIM: Hand moving over your exposed breast...my palm against your stiff nipple...

ME: ooooooo

HIM: Mouth moving to the base of your neck...that little spot where your shoulder blades meet...

ME: mm

HIM: I take your nipple between my thumb and forefinger...and squeeze

ME: I am watching you, watching your hands on my breasts, your mouth moving across my skin

ME: The sight of my nipple between your fingers is almost as good as the feeling

HIM: Rolling your nipple between my fingers...mouth moving lower on your chest...lower...

ME: ooooooooo\

HIM: Kissing right down between the middle fo your breasts...my cheeks brushing against the both of them...still fondling one nipple with my fingers

ME: The anticipation is killing me

HIM: I kiss and suck one breast just below the nipple I have been teasing...

HIM: mouth moving slowly upwards...

ME: whimpering

HIM: I place my mouth directly over your nipple...taking in as much of your breast in my mouth as I can...and begin to suck...

HIM: Teasing your nipple with my tongue as I do so

ME: oohhhhhhhhhhh

HIM: I suck hard for a moment...then release you breast with a "pop"

ME: OH!

HIM: As I take your breast back in my mouth, my hand moves to lower your other bra strap...

HIM: I suck and release your breast again...another "pop"...may hand pulling away the cup that covers your other breast...

HIM: As my mouth closes over your breast again, I tease your other nipple with my thumb and forefinger...squeezing it...rolling it...

ME: I'm listening

HIM: Sorry...as I tease your nipple with my fingers, I pull my mouth off the other and begin flicking your nipple with my tongue...

ME: yum!

HIM: Breathing hot and heavy on it as I tease it with my tongue...

ME: I am also breathing heavy

ME: Watching you

ME: watching your mouth and hands on my breasts

HIM: My mouth moves off your nipple...kissing my way to your other breast...

HIM: As my lips and tongue approach your other nipple, my hand slides down...over your belly...

ME: mmm

HIM: I kiss all around you nipple....my hand sliding lower...lower...

ME: I am smiling at you, my eyes wide with anticipation

ME: Oh, I know where that hand is going

ME: I am so excited, I can't wait

HIM: My hand slides past your crotch and down your thigh as I take your breast into my mouth...

ME: mmm mmmm oooo mmmm

HIM: I suck on your breast...rolling your nipple wildly with my tongue...as my hand begins to come back up the inside of your thigh...

HIM: I release your breast with a "pop"...begin flicking your nipple with my tongue...hand sliding higher...higher...

ME: you are teasing me

HIM: Finally, my hand reaches it destination...your are SO hot even through your leggings!

ME: YEs, with all this teasing, how could I not be?

HIM: Well, that's kinda the idea! ;)

HIM: I run my hand through your crotch...pressing down...as I nibble a bit on your nipple

ME: That feels so good

HIM: Your hips rise to meet my hand...

HIM: I look to see the ecstasy on your face as my mouth moves from your breast...moving lower...

ME: Ohhhh, yes, please go there

ME: I am so wet now, just from your touch through the leggings

HIM: I turn you all the way on your back...spreading your legs open...my chest against your crotch...my mouth kissing your belly...

HIM: moving lower...over your navel...

ME: I'm whimpering again.

HIM: My mouth reaches the waist of your leggings...

HIM: So I kneel...place a hand on either hip...and slowly slide those leggings off...

ME: Victoria’s secret plum-colored satin g-string

HIM: OH, NICE! How did you know those were my FAVORITE?

ME: Ummm---it was on the top of the drawer this morning... Must have been fate!

HIM: S'pose so!

HIM: I look into your eyes...smile a wicked smile...as I begin kissing the inside of your right knee...

ME: Wicked. I love the knees

HIM: Lips and tongue pleasing and teasing...

ME: I am starting to squirm in anticipation!

HIM: Start moving slowly up your thigh...kissing...sucking...

HIM: Moving higher...higher...

ME: uh huh

HIM: My mouth is just beside your pussy...my cheek brushing against the outside of your pussy lips...as I kiss and suck your thigh

ME: you are killing me

HIM: You can feel my hot breath on your wet pussy...

HIM: I place the tip of my tongue lightly on the inside of one of your lips...

HIM: And slide it slowly upwards...

HIM: Pass briefly over your swollen clit...

HIM: and down the other side...

HIM: until my tongue finds your hot love hole...

HIM: I roll my tongue around the outside of it...teasing...

HIM: before sticking it in...

HIM: I move my tongue in and out...in and out...

ME: oh yeah

HIM: Enjoying the taste of you...

HIM: pleasing you is making me Sooooo hard...

HIM: I slide my tongue back up and roll it around your clit...

HIM: my hands resting now on the inside of your knees...

HIM: As I pick up the pace with my tongue, my hands begin sliding down each thigh...

HIM: Tongue moving faster...faster...

HIM: Hands sliding up your thighs...

ME: I am about to come like this

HIM: My hands spread your legs wide...

HIM: I use the tip of my tongue to flick the tip of your clit rapidly...my middle finger now teasing the outside of your hole...

HIM: Alternating my tongue flicking up and down...side to side...

HIM: My middle finger sliding slowly inside you...

HIM: I let in about half way...and pull it out again...

HIM: Tongue dancing on your clit...wanting you to cum...I slide my finger back inside you...

HIM: This time, letting go as far as it can...

HIM: I hold my finger there for just a moment...before sliding it back out...

ME: Ohhhhhh! Yess! Yes yes yes yes yes

ME: I star trf coming the moment youput your finger in me

ME: That is one of my favorite things! how did you know

ME: Catching my breath

HIM: Tongue dancing up and down...back and forth...more excited as you cum...sliding my finger rapidly back inside you...giving your pussy something to clamp on to...

HIM: My finger begins a rhythm of in and out...in and out...as my tongue continues working...

HIM: Finger moving faster...faster...

ME: again

ME: came again

HIM: LOVE it when you do that!!

ME: coming, or coming more than one time?

HIM: YES!

ME: :)

HIM: My goal is to make you cum as many times as you can possibly stand it!

ME: That would be many. My endurance is pretty good!

HIM: Nice!

HIM: Shall we try 2 fingers or move onto something else?

ME: I think something else. My fingers are starting to look like prunes!

HIM: lol Okay

ME: I could just lie on my back with my feet in the air.

ME: Told you I am in a lazy mood today!

HIM: I pull away...kneel so I can slide my shorts off...revealing my HARD cock...

ME: Oh, I bet it’s hard, too!

HIM: I move closer...put your legs up on my shoulders...

HIM: wrapping my hands around your thighs...

ME: Mmm! You can pull me really close that way!

HIM: and slowly move my hips forward as I pull you towards me...

HIM: my hard cock sliding DEEEP inside you...

ME: Ohhh! I can't wait to have you inside me

HIM: I slide all the way in...

ME: unnh!

HIM: and leave it there a moment...enjoying the feel of you all around me...so tight from having cum already...your muscles constricting around me...maoning deeply from the sensation...

ME: I am trying to pull you further in

ME: My hands on your ass, my muscles tugging you

HIM: mmmmm....

HIM: I slide back out...almost entirely...leaving just the head in...

ME: I squeeze down, searching for you

HIM: Then I thrust forward hard...pulling you towards me at the same time...

ME: oH!

HIM: Back out slow...then hard thrust again...

ME: RRR! I love it!

HIM: We establish a rhythm...thrusting hard forward...pulling you to me with each thrust of my hips...

HIM: Harder...faster...

ME: You keep going deeper and deeper,

ME: seems like you drive deeper into me with each thrust

HIM: Closing my eyes and leaning my head back as my cock pounds your pussy again and again

HIM: You tightening around me each time

ME: ANd trying to pull you deeper than you already are

HIM: My balls slapping against your ass...our groin areas slamming together...over and over...

HIM: I try to make each thrust even deeper than the previous one

HIM: At a furious pace now...fucking you HARD

ME: OH, it feels so good!

ME: Harder

ME: HARDER!!

ME: I want you so deep inside me

HIM: Each hard thrust, pulling you on to me...feeling you all around me...

ME: I want to feel the explosion,

ME: grabbing your ass,

ME: clutching you to me

ME: pushing my hot tight pussy up to meet you

HIM: If it's the explosion you want, might I suggest doggy-style? I can go EVEN deeper that way, too!

ME: woof!

HIM: Rolling you over on to your belly...

ME: Sticking ay ass up in the air

HIM: Taking in the view for just a brief moment...and WHAT an amazing view it is!

ME: my pussy wet and hot and swollen with desire

HIM: I place a hand on either hip...

ME: Oh, hurry up and fuck me!

HIM: And slam my cock back into you...

ME: YEAH!

HIM: Soooo deeeep

ME: Now I am screaming

HIM: Establishing a hard, fast pace right from the start...pulling your ass back towards me each time I enter you

ME: slam, scream, slam, scream, slam, scream

HIM: mmmmm....cock is SOOOO hard!

HIM: Loving it!

ME: You are getting such a great angle,

ME: this could make me come again!

HIM: Groaning with each thrust...slamming your ass for all I'm worth...wanting you to cum all over my cock

ME: AAAHHHHHH!

ME: YEs, coming

HIM: Me tooooooo

ME: coming wet and hot all around you

HIM: yessssssss

ME: oh! Aftershocks are starting

HIM: cock pulsating with each new explosion

HIM: body quivering

ME: my whole body quivers with each new wave

HIM: shooting deeeep inside you!

ME: squeezing your cock a little more

HIM: mmmmmm

ME: ooooooooh!

ME: your coming gets me going all over again

HIM: continuing to slam as I cum

HIM: even harder

HIM: than before

ME: push ib hard, and hold me on your cock

ME: let me feel that hot rush way up inside me

HIM: mmmmmm...very nice!

HIM: Unloading every last bit into you

ME: Whoo! now I am exhausted and breathless.

ME: I am just going to collapse now

HIM: Ditto! Haven't cum like that in ages!

ME: I really want to hear you come

HIM: I know you do. Actually, I spend so much time cybering, I've learned to do it silently!

HIM: I can be verbal though

HIM: When the occasion calls for it

HIM: I wanna hear you, too

ME: I can do that, too. had to tone down considerably when I bought my condo.

HIM: just realized how that sounded. Don't cyber THAT much...just a lot more than I get the real thing!

ME: i was afraid the homeowners association would have something to say

HIM: lol

HIM: Sure you can handle a 2 hour long-distance phone call?

ME: yes. Talk-america has unlimited ld

HIM: Okay...cool! We'll definitely have to go there. I'll quit being such a wimp...I promise

ME: just let me know when

HIM: I most certainly will!

ME: do you really fuck like you write about it?

HIM: Where do you think I get the details from?

ME: hell if I know! Maybe you just read a lot!

HIM: lol

HIM: Well, I actually do get the "real deal" from time to time and I write from personal experience

HIM: It's not fiction! ;)

A Sexy Story for a Rainy Afternoon

This is a story I wrote a few years ago. Like much of my writing, it is based on a real incident in my life.

I hope to write and publish more stories very soon. Maybe you all can give me some ideas.

I had that dream again, the one where nobody is sick and nobody dies and everything was all just a big mistake. Turns out, he was just off on business, promoting one of his bands or looking for new talent, but he’s back now and looking at me the way he always did when I over reacted. “But, we thought you were dead. We had the funeral and everything,” I say, amazed and relieved at this turn of events.

“Sweetie, I was just in Minneapolis. You get way too worried.” Austin tries to look exasperated, but his face breaks into a smile. “You worry way too much,” he says again, folding me into his arms. I burry my face in his thick, curly black hair, (the way it was before the chemo) and melt against him. Austin’s strong arms cross my back, pulling me in tight to his chest. Just then, the phone rings. It is the wedding planner, calling to find out why I haven’t picked up my dress or to get the final count for the guest list.

I reach out to grab the phone, but I must have been too slow. There is a loud Click! And then a dead silence. I mumble and drop the handset back onto the night table, and roll over to look at the man in my bed.

Brad is tall, tan, blond, with that surfer look about him. I met him about a year after the funeral, while I was out walking Austin’s dog Ruby. He is a fireman at the firehouse down the street. I picked him up and brought him home for the same reason I went home with Austin a few years before: I was tired of sleeping alone. Tired of waking up celibate as a nun in my acre of water-bed. Tired of watching TV and eating spaghetti-o’s on Saturday nights. And most of all, I was tired of pacing the floors alone until exhaustion overtook me, trying to avoid the dreams. I chose him, in particular, because he was not looking for a commitment, and because he seemed to be the exact opposite of Austin in every way, except for those muscular arms. I have always been a sucker for men with strong arms.

The first time Brad spent the night, however, I found out his staid, stoic patience was one more thing he had in common with my lost Austin. When I woke screaming from a nightmare just hours after having been relieved of my year-long celibacy, Brad just took me in his arms. “There, there” he said, stroking my hair and rocking me in his lap, there in the middle of my big bed. His gentle kindness reduced me to a mass of weeping jello, and he held me until I collapsed back into sleep. Turns out he had had his own bouts with nightmares, early in his career, and knew one when he saw it. I has thus far refused his offer to “tell me all about it, if you want to” and settled for the simple comfort of his warm body. As often as not, when sleep eluded me, I chased away my demons by reaching out for Brad’s cock, small and quiet and still sticky from our earlier lovemaking, and caressing it until it swelled hard and strong. The extra effort to wake the drowsy giant distracted me, and the waves of orgasms that rewarded my effort carried me off to a land of dreamless sleep.

Right now, Brad is sitting up in bed, giving me a knowing look. “You had that dream again, Babe, didn’t you? Are you ever going to tell me about it?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I say, pulling the covers up over my head and heading south with all the determination of a heat-seeking missile. That is what I usually say. We both know I have no intention of it.

* * *

Brad stays over on his way to and from work. We have fallen into a comfortable routine, not exactly romantic, but easy. Friends with benefits, rebound lovers. The sex is adequate, bland but plentiful. It’s meatloaf-and-mashed-potatoes sex, physical comfort food. We get along well; we like the same sorts of things, like books and the White Sox and obscure German beers. In 6 months we have never had an argument, because nothing is that important it’s worth yelling about. We have also never had that relationship talk, because it’s not that kind of relationship.

He is off today, but works tomorrow, which means he is at my place again for supper. And more sex. I have spent the day trying to avoid thinking of Austin, without much luck. Every time I have to write the date in a patient’s file, or glance at a calendar, or have someone ask me what date it is, I want to cry. Today would have been my wedding.

I tell Brad I am not up for going out, and we order Chinese food to eat in front of the TV. I loose myself in the Sopranos and Sex & the City, and try not to think too much. Brad, sensing my off mood, tells me he is going to lie down in the bedroom and read his book. I nod, without looking up. Three cups of strong herbal tea later, my eyelids are drooping and there is nothing to watch but infomercials. I drag myself into the bedroom, peel off my clothes and climb into bed. Brad has already conked out, the book resting on his face. As I reach across him to turn out the light, his eyes flicker open and he blinks at me as if he has never seen me before, or at least not for a very long time.

“Hi, sweetie,” he says to me. I am startled to hear that particular endearment, but say nothing. Brad has never called me that before. He reaches up and touches my face, tracing my cheeks and lips with his fingers. He runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it out of my eyes. “Just let me look at you.” He gently cups the back of my head in his hand and rolls us both over, setting me gently on the bed as he looks down into my eyes. He buries his face in my shoulder and begins gently kissing my neck. “I want to kiss you all over,” he says. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Gently, he kisses his way down my body, hitting all the little secret spots that have been ignored for so long. He flicks his tongue into the little hollow under my clavicle, sending shivers down my body. Licks the ticklish spot behind my ear, making me squirm in anticipation. I gasp as he runs his fingers lightly down my sides, brushing them over the tops of my hip bones and tracing the edge of the bone down across my belly to my mound. His lips follow his fingers everywhere they go, trailing over my skin, leaving a path of moist kisses in their wake.

He slips first one finger, the two, into my pussy and starts to massage that spongy walnut-sized bit of flesh just inside. His other arm wraps around my back, and as he holds me close I see stars. A g-spot orgasm shoots through my body like lightning, all the more potent because it has been so long since the last time.

He never breaks contact with my body as he slips up next to me and replaces his fingers with his cock. He covers my belly, breasts and face with more soft kisses. He cradles my head in his hands as he slides his cock deep inside me. The physical sensation is intense as his cock touches all the long forgotten places inside me. Even more overwhelming, his touch stirs up emotions long hidden, as if my body remembers things my mind refuses to recall. The years of grief, of ache, of barely-maintained self control slip away. For the moment at least, I am back in the past, in those days I have been dreaming about. Nobody is sick, nobody is gone. It’s just him and me, forever, unending. Him and me, together. Nothing has ever felt more right.

His cock probes me deeply, thrusting up to that little secret spot deep inside that I never told anyone about, that used to be just our little secret. HE puts my ankles up against his shoulders, nuzzles my toes as he is thrusting inside me. There is such an expression of contentment and wonder on his face, as if sex with me is the greatest thing that ever happened to him. His hands trace the backs of my legs, resting on those nervy and sensitive areas at the backs of my knees. Chills run through me as he traces this fingers from my heels to my ass, then cups my cheeks in his hands and raises my hips up to meet him. His biceps bulge with the effort of supporting my weight, and then he wraps his forearms around my thighs and presses my legs to his chest. For a moment, he cocks his head, rests his cheek on the sole of my foot, and just stops moving all together. Our eyes met. For a second my mind sees brown eyes and thick curly black hair, and I think my heart will break. Just as I catch my breath, he begins to thrust again, and the orgasm that comes from it takes me by surprise. My body arcs back until I am suspended between my shoulders and his arms and his cock. He holds me tight against him, drilling with his cock, making sure I can’t wriggle away from him before the ecstasy subsids.

The lovemaking seems to last forever, as if I am suspended in time. We change positions a few more times, drawing energy from each other. Now we are sitting on the middle of the bed, facing each other, our legs and arms intertwined. I rock back and forth on his shaft, squeezing and drawing him deeper into me. Now I am on all fours, and his strong arms pull me back onto him, burying his manhood deep inside me. At last, he is lying on the bed, and I am riding him. My fingers work my clit as his hands cup my breasts. I lower myself down to him, giving him the nipples to taste. I grind back and forth and sideways and in circles on his cock, once again feeling that long-forgotten touch in those secret spots. This time when the orgasm takes me, he is caught up in it too, and I feel his shaft begin to pulse. When he comes, the warm rush of it sends me into another dizzying zenith. Every muscle in my body contracts around him, as if I would hold on to him, hold him deep within my body, and never let go.

In the end, I lie in his arms, spent. My cheek rests on his chest; one of his arms is draped loosely around me. He nuzzles my hair, twists a few strands between his fingers. A moment after he lifts my chin and gently kisses my lips, I am gone. I snuggle down against him and slide into a deep, deep sleep.

* * *

I had that dream again. Only this time, Austin is getting ready to leave again. His suitcase is open on the bed, and he is stuffing it with black jeans and chambray shirts and the silly ties I used to buy him. I am crying and begging him not to go; if he does it will only result in another funeral, more heartache, more sorrow. He stops packing and looks at me, cupping my chin with his hand. “Look,” he says, with the air of someone who has repeated a lesson to a child a thousand times, “I will never leave you. You are my wife and I will always come back. I will always be with you.”

“No!” I cry . “You just came back. You were gone for so long, please don’t go again.” I start to weep uncontrollably. The dog, Ruby, pushes her wet nose into my hand, and someone behind me is shaking me gently, trying to get my attention. “Hey, babe, is it that dream again? You were crying so loud you even scared the dog.” Brad looks concerned, peers into my face in the near darkness as if he might learn something from my expression. “You know, you really should talk about it. It can’t be good to keep it all bottled up like that.”

“Yeah,” I say, rolling into a ball and sniffling. “You might be right. Sorry to keep waking you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been there, remember. Speaking of dreams, I had the strangest one tonight. You were in it . . . . .”